Page 39 of Shooting for his Heart
“Either you’re going to be quiet on the set, or you’re going to get your ass up and find somewhere else to watch,” I said harshly.
“I’m not the one who fucked up,” she responded, snapping at me before crossing her arms over her chest.
“Quiet!” I reminded her before signaling that I was ready to start filming.
It had beena whole day since I talked to Marshawn. I did my best to avoid him on the set, not that he made it easy. After a week of not showing his face, it seemed like he was popping up in our tent every hour on the hour. After working late, I came home to find his car parked outside. It was the first time he had the nerve to drive over here since everybody had come back to town. My attempt to ignore him was futile since he hopped out of the car and followed me as I passed.
“So that’s what we’re doing?” he quizzed.
“What are we doing? That’s the issue, Shawn. Either we’re just fucking, or we’re trying to be more. You can’t even answer that, though, so I’ll answer it for you. It’s neither.”
He sighed before speaking. “Vonnie?”
“It’s cool. I understand that I let my feelings get involved. It’s not fair to you when you’ve already told me time after time that you don’t date at work. Everyone knows you don’t mix business and pleasure.”
“Vonnie, stop walking and talk to me.”
“Nah, I think you should leave.”
“I’m not leaving, Evonne. Stop acting like a child, and talk to me!”
“Go!” I screamed, unable to stop the single tear from falling.
I felt silly for thinking too much into our casual sex thing. The least Marshawn could do was let me sulk and regret my decisions in peace. I kept my stride to the front door, never looking back as I let myself inside.
After two days of avoiding Marshawn, I was exhausted. It was stupid to be angry with Marshawn for wanting to have boundaries. I wasn’t even pissed about that. I was more irritated with him trying to control who I entertained. If people didn’t know we were involved, then how the hell did he expect them to respect it? He couldn’t blame me or anyone else for thinking too much into our situation when he didn’t even know what he wanted.
I couldn’t even get him to say that we were involved or even that it was just good sex. If we were just messing around, then so be it, but he couldn’t have it both ways. I was not about to let him play with me, and I damn sure wasn’t about to let him keep fucking me that good and driving me even further up the wall. Itwas more than I could handle, but at least I could admit that I wanted more than just dick.
A frown knitted my brows when Gia and I pulled up to our duplex and saw several boxes in front of the door.
“Damn, Gia. You been on a shopping spree?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” she countered as we hopped out of the ride. Curiosity led both of us to where the boxes were stacked. I picked up a box, and lo and behold, it had my name on it.
“This one is yours,” she said.
“This one too…” I replied, holding a box with Evonne Ross on it.
“Hell, all these boxes got your name on ’em. What? You sleep shopping now?”
“I haven’t ordered anything. I’m saving up for my new place.”
“Well, obviously… you had a few dollars to spare.”
“Didn’t I just say I didn’t order anything?” I said, defensive yet confused.
“What about your ex? You think he sent them?”
“He doesn’t even know where I’m staying,” I told her as I unlocked the door and pushed the biggest box inside.
“Well, let’s see what the hell is going on,” Gia suggested, following me into the house with two of the six boxes.
She didn’t have to say much to convince me. Once we were inside, I used the house key to tear into the smaller of the boxes in front of me. It was makeup brushes and not just some bullshit brushes—they were high-end, vegan brushes. I had a good set, but I kept saying I was going to spend some real money and invest in a set of good brushes.
“Girl, do you know how much those costs?”
“According to this receipt… over four hundred dollars.”
